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Spa Day	By : FieryPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10554 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I am really sorry for the long delay for this chapter. I had an unplanned knee surgery and while I thought the recovery period would translate into loads of free writing time, I clearly underestimated the energy required for the recovery process. Anyway I am nearly back at full strength - physio, gym and home exercises daily to strengthen everything that was damaged and then repaired. In my repentent state I am determined to finish this entire fic within this month! So please read, review and keep watching for more updates! :) Thank you to all those who have reviewed, I love all feedback and it really does a great job of encouragement! Please do let me know what you think of the character development (Snape) in this chapter - It's something I am working on specifically at the moment.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the characters, spells, creatures and places of the Harry Potter World. I merely play with them for my own literary gratification. I make no money whatsoever from this fanfic.
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Tuesday morning dawned grey and miserable. It was the type of day that was either going to make you wish you had stayed in bed with your favourite book and a large assortment of delicious snacks or that you could escape to warmer climes where the sun actually, you know, shone during Spring.
Ginny raced out of the bedroom, her shoes under her arm while buttoning her dress. She yelled to Harry in desperation to please try catch Hermione on the floo before she left for work – it was imperative that Hermione not be in the office this morning! As she skidded to a halt in front of the lounge fireplace cursing at her misbehaving wardrobe, Harry smirked and handed her a large travel mug of her current coffee obsession, decaf cafe latte wild with a dash of cinnamon. Ginny mouthed “thank you!” as she turned to face Hermione in the floo.
Hermione stopped running off at the mouth long enough to narrow her eyes at Ginny, “I hope that’s decaf my friend! After what you told me the other day…” She trailed off as Harry looped around the couch and came back to join them.
“Why should she be drinking decaf?” enquired Harry suspiciously. He had been a bit curious when Ginny had switched coffee flavours suddenly last week, but had really thought nothing of it at the time – she was never boring and predictable in small insignificant ways and it calmed Harry who never wanted unpredictability in the big things ever again. Changing coffee flavours or favourite desserts seemed a totally acceptable (and safe) way of experiencing adventure and (safe) thrills. Of course, his job was never predictable or safe either, but his daily routines and habits formed slowly over time since the end of the War served to give him the stability he so craved in his own life. Ginny’s small and frequent changes were endearing and refreshing enough to ensure amusement – not certain death.
Harry asked again more insistently this time, “Hermione, care to tell me why you are lecturing my wife on the amount of caffeine she consumes?” His eyes bounced between his best friend and his wife.
“Um, well… that is,” she had always been quite terrible at lying and hiding the truth when her life was not dependent on it, “Ginny said... and I thought…”
Ginny rescued Hermione, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Clearly Hermione had bought her “possible pregnancy” story and this suddenly gave Ginny the perfect way to get Hermione out of the office.
She turned to Harry and kissed him on the cheek lightly, unable to stop herself running her free hand down over his chest, around his hip and squeezing his butt cheek firmly. “You go! Have a wonderful day… I will straighten everything out here and I will see you later at my parent’s place for dinner at 6pm!”
She gave him a light push towards the door and he went, grabbing another piece of toast on his way past the kitchen table, his mind already back on the million things he had to get done as head auror that day.
Ginny turned to Hermione and smiled as she took a large sip of her coffee. “Wow! That was close! And of course it’s decaf; I’m not always silly you know.” Pausing to take another sip and making a mental note to thank Harry personally for making such divine coffee she turned the conversation back where she needed it.
“Hermione, I need you to please go and check out a few things for me this morning before coming into the office,” She spoke straight over the inevitable interruption, “I need you to please do some background checks and research on Muggle OBGYN’s who know about Magical pregnancies and births. I’d love to incorporate both so that Harry can feel the ties to his Muggle born mother through this time.” She took another long drink of coffee to hide the smirk dancing across her face.
Hermione agreed willingly and signed off after a few business confirmations of their general “to do” list for that day; Ginny would see to the opening and would move their meeting with their manager to later that afternoon and Hermione would go investigate as no one else could.
Once the call disconnected, Ginny let out a sigh as a self-congratulatory grin spread slowly and widely across her beautiful face, followed by a rather evil-sounding cackle. Yes, it was a low blow to keep the fake pregnancy thing going, but it was only a few more days and then hopefully all her scheming and planning would pay off. How she was going to tell Hermione there was no baby was something she would worry about when the time came. As she moved into the floo, a fistful of floo powder grasped firmly in her left hand she giggled again to herself and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “My office at the Spa!” she said firmly.
As she exited the floo she replayed the entire morning thus far. Gosh she hoped Hermione wouldn’t be too upset once she found out this was all a ruse to keep her away from Meeting Room #2 this morning. She was meeting the mystery potioneer again and she just knew that this was set to irrevocably change both their Spa AND hopefully Hermione’s future.
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A few hours later saw Ginny bringing the meeting to a close.
“I think you have done incredible work here S-Severus!” she exclaimed hesitantly. It had been halfway through this meeting that the normally reticent potions master had finally relaxed and invited Ginny to call him by his given name. She had impressed him with her tenacity and intense focus on this new joint venture, and he was reminded of the respect Ginny’s father, Arthur had garnered from him during both Dark Lord Wars when they had served side by side in the Order. Although he had very little time for most of the Weasley clan, he now added Ginny to the list of “Weasley’s he could tolerate”. Ginny was excited by the thawing camaraderie developing between them and hoped that this would be enough to kick up her plans to the next level.
As Severus gathered his scrolls and plans with a flick of his wand, Ginny noticed the time and a rather loud gasp escaped her before she managed to calm herself.
“Is anything wrong Miss… er.. Ginny?”, Severus enquired politely, his movement to the meeting room door halted in concern.
Ginny swallowed and smiled grimly, “Oh no, really everything is fine – I just remembered something that I was supposed to do earlier this morning. Personal stuff really.”
“Nothing too serious I hope” Severus said primly, his serious eyes focused carefully on Ginny’s movements for any sign of something unusual.
Ginny waved her hand in a dismissive gesture and continued towards the door, “Nothing too serious,” she echoed, silently praying that Hermione was either already upstairs in their shared office or still in Muggle London.
“Excellent,” the tall man drawled as he followed her out of the door and towards the central lift. “Well then, I shall see you on Friday to reveal the piece de ’resistance to our newest collection. I can assure you that it is some of my finest work however I would prefer to present to both you and your partner to ensure maximum impact.”
Ginny recovered quickly but not quickly enough to cement his suspicions around the mysterious business partner. “Why both of us? This really is my call as it is my project, my responsibility.”
He smiled coolly before answering in a smooth voice, “It is my experience with business partners that each has a certain veto right to new ventures that may impact on their investments. I merely find it prudent to present my own work in a manner that appeals to all with an interest so as to avoid any “broken telephone” type situations.”
Ginny having been taught about telephones by Hermione and Harry was still confused as to how a broken muggle appliance of convenient communications methods could warrant him presenting to both of them. Dismissing it as a purely muggle thing, she hit on a brilliant way to use his insistence to her advantage.
“Very well then, on Friday you can meet Her… My partner.”
“Mrs Po… Ginny, I’m quite flummoxed as to the secrecy behind this mysterious partner of yours, Severus murmured quietly, “I hope that the reason behind the entire thing is sound and not some attempt to belittle the work I have put into this.” His eyes narrowed at Ginny, trying to decipher her facial expressions.
“It’s really just always the way we have done things here,” she smiled sweetly, “I am positive that in time you will understand why we have this methodology in place.” Ginny turned and pressed the button for the lift. “Now, I need to leave you here, duty calls!” And she turned towards her office desperately hoping that she would find Hermione anxiously pacing inside ready to tell her all about Muggle pregnancy. Damn, she would need to figure out a way to get out of hearing all about that.
“Ginny!,” his low voice called out stopping her in her tracks. She turned and enquired carefully, “Yes? Is there something else?”
Severus asked quickly, “Who is your secretary?”
Ginny’s face conveyed her confusion, “Secretary??” she queried. “No, I don’t have one of those. It’s just the two of us up in the office.” Damn, she was giving away far too much information here. No wonder he was such a successful spy for the Order during the war.
The only thing that gave Severus’ triumph away was a slight smirk as he faked a casual response, “Oh then it must have been your mystery partner that I left my last floo message with. Thank you.” He dismissed her by turning and pushing the lift button again.
As Ginny rounded the corner the lift made an understated “Ping” signalling the doors opening. As Hermione rolled her head around on her neck and stepped out of the wood panelled doors she opened her eyes in time to see the bottom of a black cloak billowing out of sight and down into the stairwell. Hmm, the way that cloak moved reminded her of someone.
Shrugging she moved away down the passage, missing the person who came back around the corner on hearing the ping of the doors. As he stared down the passage his eyes travelled carefully over the retreating form of a most welcome sight indeed. Lazily he eyed the sleek auburn curls cascading down her back, nearly to her tapered waist. He couldn’t miss the way her hips purposefully undulated under her snug mid-calf skirt. Speaking of calves, he could just make out the shape of hers above her rather unsensible heels. Unsensible they may be for walking, but he felt a twinge in his nether regions that reminded him why women wore such unsuitable footwear. As his eyes travelled back up over her curves he stepped forward and banged into the now closed lift doors. Sighing he turned his head away, eyes tightly shut. He hoped the noise hadn’t alerted the mystery woman to his presence.
And as he finally escaped into the metal box that would take him back down to the Spa entrance, he mentally rolled his eyes at himself, realising that he was acting like a 4^th year Hufflepuff who had just had his first glimpse of the girl he had dreamt about all Summer. Merlin, he hoped he would be less gauche on Friday when he made his final presentation.
He really was quite excited about this new range and especially the main product. After working for years brewing the same potions over and over again it had been especially delightful to use all of his intellectual capability in crafting this new product – a mixture of old and new techniques and plenty of research and experimenting; it had made him feel something more than his usual resignation over the way his life had panned out.
As he exited the Spa his thoughts returned to the woman he had seen upstairs. He wondered if she was Ginny’s secret partner or someone else who worked there. His physical response made him softly swear to himself under his breath. “Get a grip!” he mumbled to himself. “She’s not the first woman you’ve seen walking in a pair of heels.” His mind wondered what she would look like walking like that in nothing BUT her heels. His body agreed with his mind that it would be a most pleasurable image to behold indeed.
As he reached the apparition point he paused to focus his thoughts. He would hate to splinch himself over randy thoughts of a woman he didn’t even know. Although in retrospect that would definitely aid in getting rid of the unplanned response his body had from seeing her delectable derriere swaying away from him.
Back upstairs Ginny went white and slumped back in her swivel chair as she turned in the office to see Hermione stride purposefully into the office with a determined look on her face as she said forcefully to her friend and partner, “Ginny! There you are! We need to talk… now!”
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Harry flopped down on the bed still in his Auror robes as Ginny tried to move her papers spread out over the covers. After some small talk she managed to prod him off the bed in the direction of a much needed shower. As she lazily reached over to the nightstand for her wand the tiniest sliver of a smile quirked the corner of her mouth upwards as she remembered the fright Hermione gave her earlier that day.
It turned out Hermione had only wanted to lecture her friend on the importance of taking things a bit easier and heating healthily due to the “baby”. She had wanted Ginny to hand over the reigns on the new project with immediate effect.
As Ginny remembered the ensuing conversation a full scale grin widened across her freshly scrubbed face. She slowly used her wand to remove the creases caused by Harry's dramatic entrance page by page, neatly stacking her work before placing it with a modified stasis charm in her work satchel.
She had calmly told Hermione that the first phase of the project was close to completion and that they would be ready for launch long before any baby made its arrival in the Potter home. She had needed to hide her face under her desk for a while with the pretence of a dropped quill to give herself time to smother the grin she couldn't stop.
Ginny vigorously fluffed her pillow before settling back on it. She was surprised yet again by how much she had really enjoyed that day’s work. The meeting with Snape, the planning for the new range – it was something she was really quite good at. Obviously retailing and product design ran in the blood. Fred and George’s business Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, in which Harry was a silent partner, was also doing exceptionally well, having recently opened store number three in Godric’s Hollow.
Ginny yawned as she snuggled further into the luxurious bed. She wondered if Hermione was asleep yet. This night would mark phase two of her plan for Hermione’s happiness thanks to an obscure little potion she had discovered at an out of the way apothecary. Ginny mentally doffed her cap to the creator of Sensu Somnia – and she couldn’t wait to hear about the outcome tomorrow.
As her eyes started to close, Ginny hoped Harry would be coming to bed soon. All this planning and scheming made her tired. And quite happy to practice for the day she was ready to have a baby.

A/N – I wanted to end on the cliffhanger, but I just couldn’t leave you hanging. I’m not feeling that cruel tonight!
A/N #2 – Sensu Somnia is loosely translated from Latin to mean Sensual Dreams. (More accurately it’s Sensuales for sensual, but the root Sensu is “to sense” which is closer to what Ginny wants Hermione to experience that night. hehe
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